I Love To Drum

It has a similar name to another one of my written works, but is obviously very different.

I Love To Drum

 

The truth is that I love to drum

No matter where I go,

On books and chairs and floors and knees

Whether they're high or low.

It seems with every day I drum

My skill is seen to grow.

I even took my drumsticks out

And beat upon the snow.

The sound of drumming seems to be

Always pleasing to me,

At dawn or dusk or day or night

Me drumming's what you'll see.

My fingers even make a beat

Upon these poor frail keys,

The scream (although I don't obey)

"Stop that drumming now! PLEASE!"

My parents have to tell me, "Son,

"Please stop that drumming now.

"You're shaking our nice new table

"We're 'bout to have a cow!"

So I write this warning to you

I do so in much haste.

Don't let me near your precious things

I'll beat them into paste.

Author's Note

A small poem. Although it's slightly exaggerated, I really did do the snow thing, and I do drum, whether with hands or sticks, wherever I go. However, unlike the me in the poem, I know when to stop!

Reviews

[Chloe Madison Taylor.]

People yell at me to stop all the time as well. I'm constantly tapping things out on my knees or my desk at school.
nothing is better than the simple paradiddle :)

The beginning was a little, average.
Ending was pretty funny . haha.

[Carey Lenehan]

Nice poem, little bit of Edward Lear there, and it was descriptive enough that I could see you, driving people nuts. Held together well through to end, but the strongest lines were the first eight which flowed really well. Broke a little towards the middle but in all, a good read. XXC